Hidden In The Closet
by
Tina Hummell

 

Hidden in the Closet
Down underneath the stairs
Were clothes, new games, trucks and dolls
And Cuddly Christmas bears. 

�You had better be good and do what I say
Because Santa is coming soon
He knows if you�ve been bad or good
So go clean up your rooms�

It was such a magical time
As my children would scurry away
To do what ever I asked of them
In preparation for Christmas Day

The stockings were hung, the presents were wrapped
With each child�s name and some ribbon
Under the tree they were scattered around
Or were piled up high like a mountain

I sang to the Christmas music 
So excited to see their sweet faces
As they unwrapped my gifts to see what they got
And hear their loud screams or hushed voices

On Christmas Eve, we would quickly read
The Nativity Story and then
Off went the herd to get Cookies and Milk
For Santa before he came in

Off to bed they�d all go by midnight or later
Too excited to get any sleep
Later I would slip out of my room
And like a Saint Nick I would creep

When I got back to bed I would lay 
And ponder what Christmas was really about
I wanted so much for my kids to have fun
Thoughts of our Saviour were out

I wish I would have spent more time
Reminding them of Jesus Christ our Saviour
Who has stood by me through thick and thin
Who smiles and shakes His head at my behaviours.

No gift I could ever give to them
Would be greater than Our Father in Heaven
Who gave up His Son, Jesus the Christ
To those who don�t even know Him

The gift of a Father in Heaven
Who gave us His Only Begotten Son
Who would be hung and die on a cross
For nothing wrong he had done

This year my dear children
On Christmas Eve when you lay in your beds
I pray you will have visions
Of Christ�s gift playing in your heads

Christmas Eve is Coming Soon
I hope it�s not too late
To remember Jesus Christ our Lord
And His Birth you�ll celebrate

Merry Christ-mas to all and to all a Good night!                          

 

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